Chapter Eight: Suspiciously

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"Hey, umm… Hermione?" Ron walked up to a bushy haired figure reading a level seven Transfiguration book.

Hermione kept reading the book. "Yes?" she mumbled.

"Well, I was wondering if you would want to go to Hogsmeade together on Saturday." Ron quickly added, "If you're busy that's okay too, I understand."

"No, it's alright. I've finished up the work for the next two weeks."

"Then why are you reading the Transfiguration book?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why do you think? Just because I'm finished with the work doesn't mean I should stop learning."

"Right…"

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Ginny Weasley needed to find him. She planed on wasting away her afternoon searching every nook and cranny of the castle until she found him. There was no escaping Ginny Weasley; she'd find him sooner or later. Though to Ginny's amazement, she found him earlier then she expected.

There he was, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sitting down at the far back table in the library, each scribbling away on a piece of parchment. Ginny walked right up to Draco and whispered in his ear, "Malfoy, we need to talk."

"Maybe you need to talk but I have nothing to talk about. Whatever you need to talk about can wait, I have to finish this report so go frolic in the woods or something."

Ginny thought of something that would annoy him. "You're becoming like Hermione, work now, talking later."

Draco sneered at her, "Comparing me to the Mudblood won't get you anywhere. If you need to say something just tell me right now, I'm sure Blaise won't mind."

Blaise rose from his seat. "As much as I'd like to hear what the little Weasel wants to tell you, I really do need to get going." Blaise nodded to Ginny then walked towards the library door.

Ginny sat down in the seat Blaise had been sitting in. She bit her lip for about a moment then she sighed and started to whisper to Draco. "Draco, what happened last night?"

"So you aren't calling me Malfoy anymore?"

"I asked you a question…"

"So did I."

"Well I might stop calling you Malfoy if you tell me what last night meant."

"It meant our lips touched in a classic symbol of a momentary lapse of judgment that causes girls to ponder in long wonder over the true meaning behind the actions, which alas, were just something simple and stupid, very stupid."

Ginny sighed again. She knew this was going to be the type of answer Draco was going to give her. What else would he say? Ginny knew the only way she'd get out of him as to why he told her all those secrets last night was to directly ask him, which was something she truly did not want to do.

"I'm not talking about the kiss. I'm talking about what you told me last night, all of those things and the…mark."

Draco looked at her like she was insane. "Listen, Weasley, I don't know what your trying to get across but if you think that because I told you some private information means I'm going to be your best friend or something then you're wrong."

Ginny was starting to get very annoyed with the blond. "Excuse me, I never said that I wanted to be your best friend or anything like that. In fact I'd rather throw myself off of the astronomy tower then be your friend. I was just wondering why you told me, and showed me all of those things. Why did you trust me?"

"You were nagging me about the letter so I showed you. It has nothing to do about trust. This is exactly why I told you it's better off not knowing things. You ask too many questions and then you want to know more. It's going to end up hurting you sooner or later."

"Are you ever going to tell me why it's going to hurt me sooner or later?"

Draco just looked her straight in the eyes. Ginny could tell this was a no. She huffed and said, "Fine, maybe I'm better not knowing." Ginny got up and started to walk to the Library door. Before she even got three feet from the table she spun around and said, "Did you like the kiss, Draco?"

"Well it was fine. It would have been better if I had known it was coming." Draco smirked and said, "Like this." He walked over to where Ginny was standing. He leaned in and kissed her right on the lips.

Ginny shut her eyes and slid her hands around Draco's neck. His lips were soft and perfect. She wished that they weren't in the library, so they could really kiss. She didn't want to get into trouble, so she pulled back.

Draco leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Want to go outside? Or to the astronomy tower?"

Ginny giggled at Draco's question, but before she could tell him how romantic and funny his was, Draco started to walk towards the table. "I shouldn't have done that. Excuse me," he muttered as grabbed his books and parchment then walked off.

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"Ron, I forgot my book in the potions room. I'll run get it. You can go ahead," Harry said right after they left their Potions class as he and Ron walked down the corridor to their next class.

"Okay. Don't be late though. Transfigurations starts in seven minutes."

Harry rushed back to the potions room to grab his book. When he walked in the door, he saw that the room was empty except for Pansy.

"Hello," he muttered as he grabbed his book of the table.

"Harry, could we talk for just a minute?"

"Yeah. I guess so..."

Harry walked over to where Pansy was sitting and sat down beside her.

"What did you want to talk about?" asked Harry.

"Us."

"Us?" Harry looked a bit worried.

"Yes. Us. Do you like me?" Pansy asked.

"Well… I mean, we are friends, I suppose… So yeah, I like you."

Pansy huffed. "Come on, Harry, you know what I mean. Do you want to go to the ball as friends or something more?"

Harry stuttered. "Some-something more? Pansy, we can't. It's not because you're a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor, it's not some cliché thing like that. We were enemies for six years. You helped Umbridge, you helped Malfoy try to make my life hell, you stood for everything I didn't," When Harry finished talking he didn't get up. He just sat in the chair and stared at his knees. He didn't feel like making a dramatic exit, he wanted to wait and see what Pansy had to say.

"You're right, you know that? I did help Umbridge and did help Malfoy, but I had no reason not to. You weren't exactly the nicest person to me either. I wasn't thinking, hmm… Maybe I should be a bit nicer to Harry Potter because we might end up being friends! No, what I had running through my mind was that you were annoying little Saint Potter, everybody's friend but the Slytherins."

While Pansy was saying this she was looking strait at the side of Harry's head. She figured there was no reason to hold anything back. If all went wrong she could go back to being the same old Gryffindor hating Slytherin. Pansy laid her hand on Harry's shoulder. "So, Potter, I'm only going to ask you one last time, will you go to the dance with me as more then friends? Take your time though, I don't mind waiting, just as long as I get an answer in time in case I need to find a different date."

Harry looked up at Pansy whose hand was still on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and said, "What's six pure years of hatred have to do with anything? Sure, why not? Pansy, would you like to go to the dance with me as my girlfriend?"

Pansy's eyes lit up, she truly wasn't expecting that. She inwardly smirked, maybe she was a better speaker then she thought. Getting someone to change their mind in so little time was a gift. Her inward smirk started to play outwards. "I'd love to, but tell me, Potter, what's with the sudden change in opinion? Is it because of my stunning good looks?"

Harry leaned forward and whispered, "Maybe just a little," in her ear. Then he kissed her on the cheek. "I really need to get going, I can't be late for my next class."

Harry started to get up from his seat when Pansy pulled him back down. "Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere till I get a proper kiss." Pansy leaned forward until she and Harry's lips were only a few centimeters away.

Harry's breathing became heavy, Pansy put her arms around his neck, and she placed her lips on his. They kissed for what seemed like ages, neither of them could truly believe what was happening. Two sworn enemies were snogging in the Potion's classroom. What made it more unbelievable was that it felt so normal.

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"Why were you late for Transfigurations?" Ron asked Harry while walking into the Great Hall.

"Remember? I had to get my Potion's book." Harry mentally kicked himself for not thinking of anything better to say.

"…And that took you fifteen minutes?" Ron looked at Harry questioningly as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"I got sidetracked." Harry mentally noted to come up with better lies in the future. Even though this wasn't exactly a lie. He did get sidetracked…. By Pansy, but Ron and Hermione didn't need to know that. Harry wondered when he'd tell them about Pansy. They'd end up finding out sooner or later.

"What? Did you have a little meet up or something with Malfoy? Plotting against us in the Potion's classroom?" Ron joked. He noticed Ginny, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table give a little flinch when he said Malfoy. Ron turned to Ginny and said, "Are you alright, Ginny?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. It's just a little cold in here, that's all." Ginny knew that was a horrible lie. Especially since she sounded like she was almost on the verge of tears.

"Why don't you use a heating charm? You should have learned those in fourth year." Hermione looked suspiciously at Ginny. She knew something wasn't quite right with Ginny or Harry.

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Draco Malfoy was leaned up against a tree. He was throwing pebbles into the lake while muttering to himself. "Stupid Draco. Stupid, moronic, naive, but devilishly handsome Draco."

Draco heard someone laugh. "It's more like, Stupid, obnoxious, pessimistic but overly narcissistic Draco," He turned his head to see that Luna was the one that spoke. She was standing in front of Blaise who was also laughing.

"So, Draco, may we join your little pity party?" Draco sneered at him, but Blaise kept talking. "What did you screw up this time? Come on, tell Blaise and Luna what happened."

Draco mumbled something about decapitating Blaise. Then he mumbled a little louder, "The Weasley girl. Library, stupid Draco, running."

"I see… You managed to make a fool of yourself in front of the Weasley girl, again."

Draco sneered. "Well at least I'm not the psycho stabber." He turned Luna. "I really don't know why you stay with him. Though you two are both insane enough that you might like dating a psychotic. Match made in hell."

"If you're finished insulting us, which is very low since you aren't any better, I think you should go find Ginny and talk to her. And I mean talking, not running away. Though if you get to the point of snogging don't ruin that either."

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Draco Malfoy was walking up and down the hallways of Hogwarts Castle. He was trying to find Ginny Weasley. "Must find Weasel. Must find Weasel," repeated in his mind over and over again. Draco's eyes lit up, there she was, Ginny. She was sitting down by a statue of a lion reading a book. "What's the little Weasel doing out of bed?"

"I'm reading…" Ginny didn't even bother to look up.

"So you've given up on your writing?"

"Cut the crap, Malfoy, you don't care about my writing. So are you just here to bother me or is there a reason?"

Draco smirked. "A little bit of both."

He now sat down next to her just staring at the wall ahead. Draco figured there was a lot he didn't know, He didn't know why in the world he was hanging around a Weasley when he could be in the Slytherin common room doing something productive like tormenting the first years.. He didn't know quite what he was doing with the Death Eaters and he certainly didn't know why he kissed said Weasley.

Ginny put down the book she was reading and stretched her arms above her head. "Well, now can I ask you something?"

Draco stretched his legs out in front of him. "It depends what you're asking."

"Why are you so…cruel to me at times but at other times you're nicer and you actually talk. And then you kiss me. Can't you just pick a personality and get on with it?"

"If you have a problem with my multiple personalities then maybe you shouldn't be around me," said Draco.

"Excuse me? You're the one that came to me right now."

"Hmm… yes, but, my dear Weasel, you found me almost every other time."

Ginny shrugged. "It was bad luck. And it's not my fault you like my tree."

Draco sneered. "It's not your tree. I was there before you."

"Whatever. I've got more important things to do then argue over a tree, that is mine." Ginny added the last part as an afterthought.

"Well I don't, so, if you don't mind, well actually I don't care if you mind, I'm going to sit here and stare at the wall in front of me."

Ginny turned to him with an odd look on her face. "Are you serious?"

"Nope, I was actually planning on bothering you."

"I could just walk back to Gryffindor Tower."

"True, but then you'd have to admit Draco Malfoy got the best of you."

"I see… Then I'll try to annoy you," said Ginny.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Knock yourself out."

Ginny lost herself in though for a moment. "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I felt like it."

"So you kiss everyone you feel like kissing?" asked Ginny.

Draco put his hands behind his head. "Wouldn't that depend upon how many people I feel like kissing? And, Weasel, I could be asking you the same thing, why'd you kiss me?"

"I-I didn't know what else to do."

Draco smirked. "Well there's your answer."

"Oh."

"Yep."

A moment of silence passed by till Ginny said, "Well, what if I didn't know what to right now?"

Draco smirked. "You didn't really say that, did you?"

"You have ears, don't you?"

"Yes, Weasel, I have ears."

"Ginny."

"What?"

"Call me Ginny. I'm calling you Draco, you should at least return the gesture."

"Fine… Ginny," Draco said reluctantly.

Ginny smiled, "Thank you." Then she kissed him, for the second time.

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For the second time that day someone ran off after being kissed. This time it was Ginny. She grabbed her book and ran all the way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. When she got there though there was another figure in front of it. Harry Potter was standing there with messy hair, swollen lips and crooked glasses.

Harry looked very surprised when he saw her. "Ginny? What are you doing out of the common room?"

Ginny smiled. "I could ask the same to you. But I won't since I doubt you'd tell me."

"True, let's get in before someone notices us. I doubt anyone will be up though."

Harry was wrong, there were two figures sitting in front of the fireplace. A bushy haired girl and a red headed boy, both wearing astonished looks on their faces when they saw who had just entered the common room.

Ron had an angered look on his face, "Harry, what are you doing with my sister?"

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Is there something you aren't telling me? Something you're hiding? Do I wait till you say or do I ask you? Do I just hide in the dark suspiciously wondering?